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His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly

"Keep sellin' those lies, maybe someone'll buy 'em." Again that almost-grin shifts your face, making you look younger than your grey hair and tired eyes might suggest. Oh, you know Raza likes the lad well enough, but when shit hits the fan? Interesting and attractive can only get anyone so far.

Here's a new addition to the list of shit you don't expect but probably should have: Jack deciding to fucking douse you in the glass of water you so politely provided. Sputtering your surprise, your eyes grow wide for a moment before you settle back down, shaking your head aggressively to dry the silver curls. "Refreshing," you quip in a low voice, now openly flashing the boy a grin. And then, snatching up the empty glasses you add: "As you wish, princess."

Here's a new addition to the list of shit Jack may have expected because he really should have: the now-full glass of water you set down firmly on your return, and the swift kick to the shins that suggests he get his legs the fuck down. Settling back in your own seat, once again armed with rum, you raise your tankard. "To your health, kiddo."

Past the wondering eyes
of the ones that were left behind